Billiard balls randomly bouncing around? I think not. I think waves are not particles and I think thought - consciousness - is but waves crashing against each other on this interstellar ocean. Organs, organelles, cells, molecules, elements, atoms, quarks. But keep slicing and dicing. Eventually the circles become dots and the dots become lines.

Perhaps the tapestry of spacetime - time, really - is indeed a tapestry, woven time and time again by this very fabric. Maybe there is just Time, Time is omnipotent, therefore there is just You - and You are omnipotent. Magic is just using your instrument in the right way. Spells are sounds.

In this kosmic symphony, life is what you make it.

Flapping wings,

Soaring high,

Fluffy clouds,

Dappled light.

Airborn bird,

Majestic flight,

Starry sky,

Black-cloaked night.

Soaring,

Flying,

Never,

Falling.

the hardest thing

will always be

to breathe

without you.

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